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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Simzy
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…What was this?
Riosk, the muscle-bound brute, felt a sense of unease. Clearly, just yesterday, the blonde Irina’s skill had been predictable. But how could she have changed so much in a single day?
Of course, he had won again this time, maintaining his 4-0 record, but it had been a much tougher fight than before. Luck had been on his side, too.
Indeed, talent was talent.
After the appearance of the transcendent genius, Karl Zeile, Riosk, who had been training solely with him in mind, suddenly realized Irina’s presence. He had thought that at least his own talent surpassed hers, but it seemed that wasn’t the whole story.
Still, it was manageable, for now. Of course, he didn’t know when she might suddenly catch up, but Riosk wasn’t just sitting idle either.
“Still, we’re better than the escort unit.”
Nilla, one of Riosk’s posse, said confidently with her characteristic cheerful grin. The escort unit and the combat unit had a long-standing rivalry and had been engaged in a nerve war, so Riosk’s victory was quite valuable to them. Naturally, the morale of the escort unit had also noticeably dropped.
“At this rate, we’ll be able to completely flatten those guys. …It’s been annoying seeing them act all high and mighty.”
“Riosk and Irina as rivals? That’s ridiculous.”
“They haven’t seen a real genius.”
The posse members acted as if Riosk’s victory was their own. But Riosk, the muscle-bound brute, didn’t get cocky. Because above him was the overwhelming genius, Karl Zeile.
“Don’t use the word genius.”
Riosk’s heavy voice caused the posse members to glance nervously at each other. They knew that after Karl Zeile’s appearance, he had become extremely sensitive to the word “genius.”
Anyway, Riosk repeatedly replayed his battles with Karl, the genius of geniuses, in his head, researching and researching how he could land even a single blow.
…But the next day, a problem arose. A very big problem.
4 wins and 1 loss.
Riosk had lost to Irina for the first time.
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“You were amazing, Irina!”
“I knew you could do it!”
Irina felt ecstatic at the numerous congratulations and cheers from her colleagues pouring down on her as soon as she arrived at work.
“I’m starting to understand how to fight him now. His fighting style is a bit unique, so I’ve had a hard time. …Still, I shouldn’t let my guard down. I need to focus to get back to 4 wins.”
“As expected.”
“A genius is different.”
Adoration.
Respect.
Reverence.
Envy.
Irina felt alive from those things. And even a thrill of pleasure.
…Yes, this was it.
How much she had longed for this.
A single victory. But to her, it was incredibly valuable. It was the spark that ignited the flames of a comeback.
Karl’s skills were undeniably impressive. Of course, she had been beaten and killed many times, but his teachings were definitely effective. His strategies against Riosk, in particular, were outstanding.
“Your opponent is taller than you. So, target the lower body. Of course, he knows that too, so you have to practice like crazy.”
So, she practiced attacking the legs relentlessly. If she failed, she’d be beaten and killed.
Naturally, she became so frustrated that curses slipped out. It was hard not to get angry when she was beaten to death for the slightest mistake.
…Couldn’t he go a little easier on her?
In any case, Irina realized the effectiveness of the low attacks after her fourth loss. Of course, she was still a bit clumsy then, ultimately leading to defeat, but yesterday, with improved proficiency, it was different. That’s how she finally secured her first victory. …Though, admittedly, luck had played a part.
The idea of targeting the lower body wasn’t particularly difficult, but the training was brutal. Honestly, without a skilled instructor like Karl by her side, providing intensive guidance, it would have been impossible to improve so quickly. Combined with her outstanding talent, a new technique had been mastered in the blink of an eye. …Of course, two days of painstaking effort had gone into it.
Her chest, swelled with victory, deflated upon seeing Karl’s text message on her phone.
“Come to my room after work.”
The reason was obvious. She’d gotten her desired victory, and now it was time to repay the favor.
“What’s wrong?”
Ralph asked with a flirtatious smile, noticing Irina’s stiffened expression.
“…Nothing.”
He already knew she wasn’t very good at managing her expressions. There seemed to be something bothering her, but he couldn’t pry if she said it was nothing.
…Of course, he would never imagine that the noble Irina he admired was going to pleasure a weirdo.
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Late in the evening, well past work hours. Karl returned to his room, cracked open a cold beer, and waited for Irina, lounging leisurely on the sofa.
Soon, a knock echoed on the door. She hadn’t used the doorbell, likely wanting to keep their relationship secret.
Karl rose with a grunt and opened the door. Standing there was the blonde beauty, Irina, in the same clothes she’d worn to work.
“Well, well, Miss Irina. What brings you to my humble abode?”
She shot him a sharp look before quickly slipping inside and slamming the door shut, as if afraid someone might see. He caught a whiff of her subtle perfume.
So, even though she complained, she still bothered to put on perfume.
Karl chuckled slyly. Irina found his laughter irritating but didn’t bother to comment. Such laughter was a regular occurrence from him.
“So, shall we see how well my pretty little thing can suck?”
He plopped down on the sofa, slapping his thigh with his palm.
“Come on. …Don’t tell me you came all the way here just to back out now? Surely our noble Irina wouldn’t go back on her word, right?”
“…Don’t worry. I keep my promises.”
“Of course you do. How dare this lowly creature doubt the noble and beautiful Irina. Naughty me, isn’t it?”
Irina tuned out Karl’s rambling. …In truth, her mind was clouded by the daunting task ahead.
Still, he was undeniably handsome.
If Karl hadn’t been so attractive, she wouldn’t have come this far. His infuriating personality was somewhat offset by his stunning looks.
“Come on, Miss Irina. I’m a busy man. I have a date with Alyssa, you know?”
Irina hesitantly approached Karl. He sat on the sofa with his legs spread obscenely, a sly grin plastered on his face.
“Sit there and take it out.”
The proud blonde finally knelt between Karl’s legs.
“Come on, hurry up.”
At Karl’s urging, Irina slowly unzipped his pants. His penis sprang out. …Apparently, he wasn’t wearing any underwear.
…Oh….
Irina was momentarily overwhelmed by its sheer size. She hadn’t imagined a man could be so… large. She’d heard of well-endowed men, but this was beyond anything she’d imagined.
“My lovely little fellow, what do you think? Surprised? I’ve been dying to show you off.”
The contrast was almost comical: his pure white skin, his small face, and then that thick, veiny, dark red penis. She doubted half of it would even fit in her small, pretty mouth.
“Our clever Miss Irina knows how to do this, right? …Don’t tell me it’s your first time?”
“…Why would I do something so disgusting? I’m only doing this because I have to.”
Alyssa’s reaction had been quite different. That goody-two-shoes had been eager, while the blonde was acting like this was beneath her.
“What an honor for my family. Receiving such service from the esteemed Miss Irina.”
Hmph.
Irina scoffed and moved closer to the penis. She tucked her stray blonde hair behind her ear and slowly brought her face near.
The strong, musky scent of a male.
Strangely, she didn’t dislike the smell. It was oddly stimulating. A tingling sensation spread through her groin and toes.
“Get it hard, come on.”
Irina hesitated for a moment at the command. Karl then took hold of his flaccid penis and nudged her cheek with it.
“You need to give it a loving kiss. Learn if you don’t know how.”
“…Kiss? This?!”
“You’re going to put it in your mouth anyway, so a kiss as foreplay is a given. Learn if you don’t know how. Have I ever taught you anything wrong?”
Irina grimaced and stared at Karl for a long moment before finally puckering her lips and pecking the glans.
“And the hole too.”
“That’s disgusting.”
“You’re going to suck it all anyway. …Why is our Miss Irina being so difficult today? Hmm? Didn’t you promise to do this if you got a win? Are you going to stop at one? You said you wanted a comeback. You said you wanted to beat that muscle-bound pig, Riosk.”
The blonde looked like she was dying inside, but she couldn’t help it. His help had been undeniably effective.
A satisfied chuckle escaped Karl’s lips at the sight.
Irina finally pecked Karl’s urethral opening. It was a disgusting, urine-filled hole, but what choice did she have? He was insistent.
“Now use your tongue.”
The blonde finally resigned herself. She had no choice but to obey Karl’s commands for now. And she had promised to do so.
For the first time, she extended her tongue and tasted a man’s penis. Unlike its grotesque and repulsive appearance, the taste wasn’t as bad as she’d expected. A salty, fleshy taste. As someone who enjoyed salty flavors, she found it surprisingly palatable.
…What am I, a pervert?
Irina thoroughly licked the penis, starting with the opening, then the glans, the area behind it, and finally the shaft. Strangely, the taste varied slightly from area to area.
“You’ve got a knack for this.”
Whether it was due to her natural physical talent or something else, even the act of sucking a penis seemed extraordinary.
Alyssa had been clumsy but enthusiastic, while Irina seemed to learn and improve rapidly.
Thanks to the blonde’s efforts, Karl’s penis finally sprang to life. She felt a flicker of fear at the sight of it, now larger and harder than before.
“Take off your top.”
“…Why? That wasn’t part of the deal.”
“When you’re getting a blowjob, touching breasts is a given. I’m not asking you to take off your pants. I’d love to strip you naked and have you do this, but I’m restraining myself.”
Irina found it difficult to discern whether Karl was being serious or not. She stared intently at his face, trying to gauge his intentions, but his sly smile gave nothing away.
“Hurry up.”
The blonde finally reached for the buttons of her uniform jacket. She continued to scrutinize his face as she did so.
One, two….
After unbuttoning her jacket, she took it off, followed by her shirt, leaving only her bra. The bra was white, like her skin.
Finally, she removed her bra, revealing her full breasts to him.
“Your areolas are bigger than I expected, hmm? In a sexy way.”
Her pink areolas were indeed larger than average. The nipples, dangling from them, seemed to perk up in the sudden exposure to the air.
With a layer of clothing gone between them, the atmosphere heated up. Irina returned her focus to Karl’s penis.
After licking it thoroughly, she glanced at him and slowly opened her mouth, taking it in. Unprompted, her tongue wrapped around it like a snake, as if savoring the taste.
…This bitch, she’s really fucking good at this.
Having been with numerous women, Karl had a premonition that with the right guidance, Irina could become something truly remarkable. Who would have thought this proud, stubborn woman would be so talented?
“You’re really good. You’ll be popular later.”
The genuine compliment made Irina feel strange. It wasn’t something she could easily categorize as good or bad.
She pushed aside her distracting thoughts and focused on the task at hand.
The taste of the penis was genuinely pleasant. Almost disturbingly so. The slick, salty fluid was strangely satisfying, leaving her speechless.
Irina sucked enthusiastically, like she was enjoying a lollipop. He hadn’t even told her to do it like that. …Of course, this level of dedication was ideal, but it was hard to reconcile with the woman who had just been scowling and expressing her disgust.
Karl slipped his right arm under her and gently cupped her breast.
A soft moan escaped her lips.
The blonde’s soft yet firm breasts were a pleasure to touch. He gently grazed his thumb over her bumpy areola before pinching her nipple between his fingers and lightly rubbing it.
A sharp gasp.
He gave her hardened nipple a slight twist, and Irina’s hot breath washed over his penis. She resumed sucking, swallowing his pre-cum.
Words faded, replaced by the heavy breathing of the two. The clandestine nature of their actions heightened Irina’s arousal.
This vulgar, lewd side that those who admired and revered her would never know.
Slurping, sucking, moaning sounds filled the room.
The simple act of sucking a penis and having her nipples played with brought her a physical pleasure that surpassed any mental satisfaction.
The blonde deep-throated the penis, then sucked it back out until her cheeks hollowed, repeating the motion over and over. A sticky mixture of saliva and pre-cum dribbled down the shaft, coating his testicles. Bubbles formed in the lewd fluid, escaping her lips with a squelching sound.
Gasps, moans, and slurping sounds echoed in the room.
Irina’s face, once pale, was now flushed crimson, a mess of tears, snot, and saliva. Who would have imagined that the pristine and composed genius of the escort unit would be so thoroughly defiled while servicing a weirdo?
Karl shifted his position, freeing his hand from her breast to dedicate himself fully to the act.
Like a king on his throne, overseeing the woman servicing him.
“I’m about to cum. Shake your head hard.”
Her large, pale eyes, a stark contrast to her flushed face, briefly met Karl’s. Then, as instructed, her head bobbed up and down with increased vigor.
Groans and moans filled the air.
Karl, appreciating Irina’s efforts, didn’t hold back. His semen erupted in her mouth, and she reflexively swallowed. However, this didn’t seem to be to her liking, judging by the way her brow furrowed.
The surprisingly pleasant blowjob came to an end, and Irina pulled back, gasping for air.
“Clean up afterwards, alright?”
Karl pointed to his semen-covered penis, and Irina obediently took it back into her mouth, sucking it clean.
“Make sure you get everything out of the hole too.”
Following his instructions, she gently sucked the remaining fluid from his urethral opening.
He’d expected her to be much more difficult than Alyssa, but her surprisingly proficient service was unexpected. Beyond simply being good or bad at it, she had truly aroused him.
After the service, she wiped the semen that had dribbled down her chin, neck, and breasts with her hand. As she came back to her senses, a wave of shame washed over her.
Oh….
Karl gestured towards the bathroom, telling her she could wash up if she wanted. But Irina, now fully composed, didn’t have time for that. She quickly covered her exposed breasts, grabbed her clothes, and practically fled his room.
…What if he thinks I’m a cheap woman?
Irina berated herself for getting so carried away.
…But, she had definitely experienced something new.
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